Xhalax!
Go on, do it.
Believe me,
nothing would give me greater pleasure.
But I kill you,
and another Retrieval Squad will already be on its way.
Unless...
I report you terminated.
In which case, you free me here and now and you disappear forever.
You forget who's in charge here.
( grunts)
I'll tell you what's going to happen.
You go back to High Command.
You tell them I can deliver Talyn and Moya.
They can have the escaped prisoners.
They can even have Crichton if they want.
And in return?
Two things.
I want Aeryn.
Oh Crais, you're so predictable.
I want Aeryn!
And I want to be a Peacekeeper again.
Is that what you think?
Is that what you think happened, Crichton?
You were there?
No, actually I was busy trying to save Aeryn and Talyn
while you were cutting deals to save yourself.
You know the truth.
You know I'll never again be a Peacekeeper.
Never say never again, 007. That's all I know.
Still no news of Moya?
Nothing resembling a Leviathan for a million metras.
Well surely the Peacekeepers will send another Retrieval Squad to come looking for her?
Actually looking for Crais.
So you really should do the noble thing and jump ship before you get us all killed.
They're hunting Talyn as well.
( eerie oscillating tone)
I... I... I can't.
You got a problem with your head gear?
Talyn's signals... confused.
What the gletch is happening?
Happening at full speed, I can feel it.
Talyn is fighting with himself.
Crais, pull him back.
I can't control him.
Hey guys, we are flying into a sun.
My name is John Crichton... I'm lost... an astronaut.
I got shot through a wormhole... In some distant part of the universe...
I'm trying to stay alive...
Aboard this ship... This living ship...
Of escaped prisoners. My friends.
If you can hear me... Beware.
If I make it back... Will they follow?
If I open the door... Are you ready?
Earth is unprepared... Helpless, for the nightmares I've seen.
Or should I stay... Protect my home...
Not show them... You exist...
But then you will never know the wonders I've seen.
Yazhnek shakrow aeilo...
Knock it off, pop-top.
Crais, get on the headset and get us outta here.
Talyn's doing everything he can to fight against it.
Against what?
The sun's emitting unusual pulses of radiation,
attracting Talyn and compelling him to fly directly into the sun.
So un-compel him. Stop him.
Knock him out. Disconnect him.
It's too late for that!
Yazhnek... - Shut up, Stark.
Crais: We re going in!
Talyn! - Talyn!
(yelling) - Talyn!
What the frell?
Talyn has pulled away.
Saved us.
And we're supposed to be grateful?
He's now orbiting the sun.
The shields are holding, but there are parts of Talyn I can't see or feel.
Crichton: We re gonna have to do a manual survey for damage.
All right. Crais, you should stay up here in this section.
The rest of us will divide up the ship amongst us.
Ohh! Oh.
Crais, we're on Tier Two.
Crichton: I'd say that's a damaged area.
The secondary control node and it is...
completely blown.
You know, Talyn has got a hog of a power plant
but he's got a piss poor electrical system.
He sneezes and half of his circuits fry.
He hasn't fully healed from the Retrieval Squad attack.
Yeah, I know that.
I still say he could use some heavy-duty wiring.
He's still young. He'll get much stronger as he develops.
Not if he flies into any more stars he won't.
How big is he going to get, anyway? Is he going to be Moya's size?
Well, Crais seems to think so.
Damn! - Here.
There. Be careful.
Yeah.
(echoing voice): Are you there?
Talyn, is that you?
Are you there? Hello?
Talyn?
You know, for someone who used to look down her nose at tech work,
you're pretty damn good at this.
Well, perhaps people can change.
Well, at least some people are smiling around here these days.
Yeah, I know. It suits your face.
I was talking about you.
Me? I'm not smiling.
Yes, you are.
Pay attention to your work.
Right.
Focus on the work.
And don't do that.
I'm working here. Stop distracting me.
I'm distracting you?
Yes, you are always distracting me.
Well then you are easily distracted.
No, I'm not. - Yes, you are.
I'm not. - Oh, really.
Okay, that's a little distracting.
And it's something I did?
Could be.
What, something like...
this?
( chuckles)
You said pay attention to the work.
You're right. I'm sorry.
I won't distract you any further.
Crichton: You have a problem?
No, I don't have a problem.
No?
Uh-uh.
You're not distracted?
What are we doing?
Better question, why now?
What?
What the hell is that?
Crais, Talyn is leaking some kinda...
Oh, I see you've got it in here too.
As far as I can tell, the mist is exuding from a dozen points on three tiers.
You know what it is? - Drexim.
A synaptic fluid naturally occurring in Talyn's conduits.
Uh-huh. Why is it steaming from the walls?
When it becomes acidic, it can erode the seals joining the conduits.
That is a beautiful design, Crais.
Tell me, is this stuff affecting you?
No. But it seems to have made Rygel permanently hungry.
Has it been affecting you or Aeryn?
What exactly does it do to Talyn?
When he's in danger, it increases the stimulus, increasing his response rates.
Right. So it's like adrenaline.
Adrenaline in humans, when we get in a tight spot, makes us fight.
And, uh...
do other things.
It's not gonna affect us the same way, is it?
Well, possibly. But the effects should be manageable.
Should... be manageable?
Look, Crais, before ah, we all go crackers...
Hey baby, how ya doin'?
Maybe we should get some space suits, masks or something?
I've already thought of that. We're too late.
The drexim has reached the suits and it's made all the seals dissolve.
Then what are we gonna do if it increases?
We ignore it, and we do what we have to do.
Is that clear?
Oh, aye, Captain.
Yes, sir.
( echoing voice): Can you hear me?
Talyn?
Can you hear me?
Are you there?
I know how you're feeling, Talyn.
I saw you.
I felt you wanted to die.
What is this, Talyn?
Please...
( gasping): Who are you?!
You can see me.
I am Sierjna.
This room, this room... I haven't seen this room before.
But you can see me? And hear me?
Of course I can. You're there in front of me.
I am?
Full formed? Visible? Vabaseena!
You can help me!
What... what do you want?
This room, this room, this room, this room...
I seek the Pilot.
I've never seen this room before.
I may say the same about this ship.
In part, it appears Leviathan, and yet not.
This ship is Talyn.
It is a hybrid. It is part Leviathan, part gunship.
Then where is the Pilot? He should be here.
There is no Pilot. There has never been a Pilot.
There is always a Pilot.
But...
never one who could see...
hear...
feel me.
Until now.
How did you get on board this ship?
I... I kanished. You were in my zone.
In your zone? I don't understand.
How did you get on board this ship?
Cycles ago, I came from Dall-fer-yon.
One microt I was on my ship, and then not.
I'm trapped, outside my world for so long trying to get back.
But I float here, unable to free myself.
I board a Leviathan, then another, then another,
only to find myself unseen, unheard by all aboard.
Until now.
Where at last, I am given form.
Finally I find those who can help me.
Please, only you can save me.
As I suspected, Talyn is overproducing drexim due to the stress he's under.
The radiation pulse is still compelling him to move towards the sun.
He is resisting, barely.
We're maintaining orbit and we're not getting any closer.
We're not getting any further away either.
How do we pry this boy loose? Can we stick cotton in his ears?
Crais, is there a way to filter out these pulses?
His shields are linked to his sensors to inform him of ambient conditions.
So, cut the link.
That would blind him.
Get him some sunglasses, Blue Blockers.
Perhaps we could recalibrate his shields to block out that one pulse spectrum.
Well we might be able to if the shield overrides were functioning.
Where's the fault?
Secondary control node.
( alarm blaring) Talyn, intruder!
I want to help you.
They all say that.
This unusual vessel.
Is it a Leviathan?
Who wants to know?
I am Mu-Quillus.
You are in great danger.
If this is a Leviathan, you must abandon ship immediately.
Why?
Your ship has been caught by a Siren Star.
Inevitably, it will succumb.
Like the 83 Leviathans that have already died here.
So, this sun has claimed over 80 Leviathans?
Yes. Please get to your life pods while you still can.
I don't understand how this vessel has lasted this long.
Talyn is a hybrid Leviathan built for combat, with much tougher shielding.
And weapons, I see. Who built it?
How 'bout you tell us first? How did you get here? You just beamed in?
I transmuted.
I'm something of a hybrid myself.
Able to switch between a matter and an energy state.
That's how I can exist in the star's corona.
So, you live here?
I find the unusual spectrum of the Siren Star quite pleasing.
Crichton: Or maybe you just like watching Leviathans dive in and burn up.
Perhaps you caused them to do so.
A Siren Star's pulse radiation is a perfectly natural phenomenon.
It's not by fault that it attracts Leviathans to it.
I try to warn them, as I'm warning you.
But until now, they have always perished before I could do so.
I don't believe you.
How severely damaged are you?
How closely did you approach before it pulled away?
And I don't like all these questions.
Leave this ship.
I'm only trying to help.
Get off this ship now!
Talyn!
You'd be wise to listen to me.
Damn, Crais, you re gettin a bit trigger happy.
I ordered him to leave.
He wouldn't obey.
So you killed him?
What if he was trying to help?
Cat lives in the corona of a star, Crais.
You think you're gonna take him out with a couple of pulse blasts?
He's gone for the moment. We've bought some time.
Let's use it. Get back to the conduits.
Yes, Dad.
Sierjna: We must fly away, quickly
Before he discovers I am here.
Who?
Mu-Quillus. My saviour, my captor.
A being like yourself?
No, not like me, another species.
He inhabited this star before I came.
When my Leviathan perished, he kept me from dying.
He claims that he saw me and had to save me.
He says that he's in love with me but I don't love him and I never will.
He murdered my ship and all its passengers!
He did that?!
He's still doing it.
That's why he's here, to lure Leviathans to their doom.
Why?
He was contracted to, by the Prahtikrah,
a race of shipbuilders who see Leviathans as competition.
The more Leviathans disappear...
The more ships they can sell.
Yes! - That's monstrous!
Crais! Crais!
Talyn is being lured into the sun by...
Crais: By a creature named Mu-Quillus.
I know that, Stark!
What I need to know is how to break free!
I don't know. I don't know how he's doing it.
Sorry, I can't help you.
We must break away.
You don't know what it's like to...
to be trapped forever in the light of the sun,
not to be able to feel, to touch, your only companion a monster!
Take me away from him.
I want to walk on a planet again. I want to breathe its air.
I want to drink its cool water. Give me back my life!
I can't.
You've already passed beyond life.
Sierjna, you perished with your shipmates.
Mu-Quillus trapped your soul between realms.
I'm... dead?
Oh, no!
No, that's not true. I...
You can see me. You can touch me.
Sierjna, I'm a Stykera with certain talents.
I can help you cross over to the next level.
To death?
No!
No. I'm alive.
I'm here! I'm real again!
You can never be real again in the way you wish.
I can only... release you.
I don't believe it.
You... this ship... you... you brought me back.
I'm whole again! I won't give that up!
Come with me.
God-like aliens.
Man, do I hate god-like aliens.
I'll trade a critter for a god-like alien any day.
No, no. We'll be all right, as...
as long as we stick together.
Right, just not too... close together, 'cause...
Right, yeah, yes. I-I know. I...
We're gonna... we're gonna... die...
die, die, die, die, die, die, die, if we don't get the conduit fixed.
Yeah, right!
Focus. Eyes on the task.
Remember the mist.
The mist is not your friend.
Right. Bad mist.
Naughty mist.
Aeryn: Ooooh..
( munching)
( stomach gurgling)
( groaning): Oh, that's, that's, that's...
( belches and breaks wind)
( relieved sigh)
( falsetto voice): better.
But even for me, this is a bit excessive.
( chuckling)
Rygel. Rygel, can we talk to you?
Stay back, unless you...
I'm back. I'm back.
( groaning): Ooh! What do you want?
I... We just wanted to know...
"We?" What are you talking about?
Have you gone totally fahrbot?
Who's "we"?
You see? It is as I said.
I am the only one who can see you.
Stark, I'm too sick to witness one of your hallucinations.
Sierjna: That can't be true! That...
Sir, noble sir...
Stark: Sierjna, don't. He can't hear you.
He can't see you.
Yes, well I can see you, you crazy nik-nik!
Who are you talking to?
Only I can see you.
Only I can hear you.
Only me.
I will take care of you.
I promise.
( Rygel sighs disgustedly)
Right, that's done it. He's gone.
He's totally... ( grunting)
( breaking wind)
( falsetto): insane.
( inhales and exhales)
No, please, no.
No, this can't be true!
I told you. You are zy-limbron, not alive.
( rumbling)
I've come to take you home.
Sierjna: No.
I won't go with you.
Of course you will.
You can't stay here.
I can!
I have found someone who can help me!
You know better than that.
This ship is doomed.
Like all the others, it will be drawn into the sun,
and all on board will perish.
You will come back to me.
Stark: No! Not this time!
I can free her.
I am Stykera!
I have the energy.
Sierjna, please, come with me.
No.
No. I remain here, with Stark.
If that is what you wish.
( crackling)
Crichton: Mist, the mist, resist the mist.
Resist the mist.
Are you done?
I'm almost done.
I'm really close.
Close?
Nearly there.
God, I love you. - I love you, too.
Tell me when you're done. - I'm... nearly done.
Tell me when you're finishing.
I... - Yeah?
Yes?
Almost! - Yeah?
Last one.
Finished!
( Talyn rumbling)
Frell... - Yeah.
No, no, no. I mean, bad frell!
Mr. Sun still wants Talyn.
Crais! What's with the rumble?
The radiation pulses have intensified and changed.
How the hell could that happen? - I don't know, but they have
and they're still changing. - Shield overrides are working.
I'll try and block out the pulses.
( rumbling)
Sierjna: Listen.
I know that sound.
He's luring your ship back to the sun!
No.
You'll be killed, all of you!
I've seen it before, over and over.
Sierjna... - Every time!
Mu-Quillus was right. He's all I have.
I'm going to be trapped with him forever.
Listen to me! I won't let that happen.
I have a plan.
A plan?
Come on!
I can't change Talyn's course. His compulsion is stronger than ever.
The pulse spectrum is shifting too quickly. I can't block it out.
The Pied Piper's found a new tune.
Explain. - Natural phenomenon, my ass!
Mu-Quillus is generating these pulses.
How?
Crichton: Uh... Orbiting boom box.
He's, uh, whistling out his butt. How the hell should I know?!
The point is, we gotta find the source, and we-we gotta squish it.
I'm on scan.
A plan, a plan.
Save Talyn. A plan.
Talyn, I will lead you away from danger.
What are you doing?
This is a Pilot's station. Maybe I can control Talyn from here.
Guide him away from the sun.
( gasping)
Stark! (whimpering)
Hey, guys, I think maybe I got something here.
( rumbling)
What the frell just happened?
(grunting)
Sierjna: Stark!
Who pulled the plug? Crais?
Talyn?
My transponder's dead, too. I can't hear him.
Crichton: Aeryn, overrides?
Gone. Everything's out.
Crais: Talyn, where are you?
Nothing's responding. Talyn is gone.
Stark?
No. Stark, can you hear me?
( Stark groans)
Talyn.
Talyn, I am part of you now.
Ah... I can sense all of you!
I can guide you.
Stark. Hurry! The sun!
Yes, the sun.
Talyn, you will turn away.
You must turn away.
( rumbling)
Talyn is turning.
But how?
Everyone, we're saved!
We've done it!
Who has done what?
Talyn and I. We've escaped from the sun.
And we saved Sierjna from Mu-Quillus.
Sierjna?
Sie... Sierjna...
Oh, no! We must've gone too far.
She-she couldn't stay with us.
Crichton: Stark! What in the living hell are you talking about?
We must go back.
Must find her.
Aeryn: He's turning again.
Stark, are you controlling Talyn?
Yes, yes. I must. I must, I must, I must...
Crichton: Yo, Astro!
Calm down and tell me. What the hell is going on?
It's very, very simple.
I am now Talyn's Pilot, and we are flying back into the sun.
What do you mean, you're Talyn's Pilot?
Talyn doesn't have a Pilot.
Stark: He does now.
I've bonded with him, formed a neural link, joined with him in the Den.
What Den? - Can't speak now.
Searching for Sierjna.
Must find Sierjna.
Stark? Stark, you release control of Talyn at once.
Good old Stark. Count on him to jump right in and wig right out.
How could he have bonded with Talyn?
Talyn must've developed a rudimentary Pilot's Den.
Crais, I thought you bred out the need for a Pilot in Talyn.
We tried to, but Leviathan biology is complex.
Enough linked genes must've remained for Talyn to grow a vestigial Pilot facility.
Like an appendix?
Wait. Where is this Den?
Most likely somewhere below Tier Three.
If I can't restore the overrides, I'll go find it myself.
Fine, you do that, get his hands off the wheel.
We're gonna do something else.
Sierjna...
Which one is guidance?
That one.
No. No, no.
Crichton: Hey Stark, did you feel that?
No. No, I can't... I can't maneuver.
Crichton: That's right. You might want to hit the brakes.
We just took out your steering.
( screaming)
Talyn, you listen to me!
I know you can hear me.
You're taking the wrong option.
You will kill us and you will kill yourself.
Come on, Stark. Talk to me.
We can work this out.
Yo, Astro.
Talk to me.
We can work it out.
Lava Boy is not your friend. I am.
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm... I'm alright.
Thanks for watching my backside.
Couldn't help myself. Stark, you listen to me now.
You try anything like that again and I will personally take you to the other side.
( groans in frustration)
( muffled whine)
Talyn, I am trying to help you.
All the lower decks are sealed off.
I can't get into the Den to free you from the Banik slave.
That's it, Talyn.
Bypass the primary guidance system.
Yes, that's it. Careful!
We don't want them finding out what we're doing.
Talyn, you listen to me!
I am trying to save you.
Talyn!
( beeping)
Crichton: Hey, Stark. Talk to me.
You getting lonely up there? You like being alone?
Don't think he's listening.
No.
But it's not good to be alone?
No, it's not.
Maybe we should go find him.
And leave these conduits unattended?
He'll send up another DRD to repair it all.
Yeah, and lead us like a moth to the flame.
Let Stark make the first move. You know what's he's like.
He doesn't have much patience.
Right.
We have, uh, all the time in the world. No need to rush.
You comfortable?
Mm-hmm.
Aeryn, this is the mist talking.
I like what it's saying.
So do I, but we gotta... we gotta focus.
I'm doing my job. Corridor is all clear.
So it's just you and me.
Just you and me.
Stark: Slower, slower Talyn.
That's it.
Mustn't let you get too close, just close enough.
Sierjna: Stark?
( gleeful scream) - Stark!
Sierjna!
But you got away. You were free.
I came back for you.
No. No, you're risking everything.
Nothing else matters.
I told you I would save you and I will, even if it takes my own life.
Stark... - I will take you,
I will walk you to the other side.
Do you trust me?
Mu-Quillus will kill you.
Do you trust me?!
Yes.
Are you ready?
I'm frightened.
Don't be frightened. No need.
Come closer.
I'm ready.
Thank you.
Nah vahajma, nah vaheerma...
I will find you in the next life.
You're still here.
I have neither moved nor changed.
It's not working.
Why is it not working?
( Rygel groaning)
Are you still eating?
Oh, stop me, Crais.
Make me stop.
Shoot me! Do something, please!
Here, here, tie my hands. Yes! - I need your help.
No, no, no, no, no. Tie my hands now, or I'm going to explode.
( stomach rumbles loudly) Ah, this is all your fault!
This is your gunship.
Peacekeepers designed it and you can't control it.
But I can control you now.
( gasping): You press that into me and I'm going to vomit all over you.
Stark is a mutineer.
He's also out of his frelling mind.
Came in here, had a conversation with that wall.
Must be the mist making him see things.
Rygel, Stark has taken control of Talyn.
He must be flushed out so I can take back command.
Well, go ahead.
I need your help, slug.
Please let me eat that little piece, please.
Now you listen to me. Talyn has sealed all the entrances to his Den,
but maybe you, being so small, can slip through a ventilation duct.
( laughing): Look at me.
Look at my stomachs. I'm not slipping through any ducts.
I am your captain.
You're not my captain.
This is a direct order. - Dream on!
If you don't obey my orders... - Yes, this mist isn't affecting you, huh?
If you do not obey my orders right now
and go into the Pilot's Den and flush out the Banik,
I will shoot you as a mutineer.
( gasping)
As you wish.
Crais, come here.
Why?
Closer.
It's a secret.
If you try anything...
Closer.
( loud crunching)
( screaming)
( Rygel laughing)
Rygel!
I don't understand it. You... It... It should've worked.
( loud rumbling)
Let her go.
If we try again...
Nothing will happen.
Why do you think she never crossed over in the first place?
What do you think is keeping her between the realms?
Me. My power.
You had your chance to escape.
You might have saved your ship, your crew, your own life.
But you returned.
You have me back Mu-Quillus.
You can let them go.
No. It is not for me to make that decision.
My task is set.
The ship will continue to the sun.
Sierjna.
Come with me.
Stark: No, no!
Sierjna...
Stark: Don't do it!
No, you must.
Wait, Sierjna!
Don't go!
( rumbling)
Oh, no. No, no, no, Talyn, please!
Fight it! Fight it! Turn away!
Turn away, please, Talyn! No!
Talyn, please turn away!
Stark!
Everyone...
I'm sorry.
Talyn is once more being drawn into the sun.
The lure is stronger than ever,
and Talyn can't fight it and I can't stop him.
So, I suggest you prepare yourselves for peace.
Because I have failed you, and we're all going to die.
All we can do now is wait.
I'm not letting you go.
I'm never letting you go.
Wait a microt.
What?
This is wrong.
God, the mist... the damn mist is messing with our heads.
That's why we're giving up.
I'm not giving up.
I never give up.
Okay, I'm gonna go to the bridge.
I'm gonna to tear it apart. I'm gonna to find something.
Okay. The same with Crais and Stark.
You tear 'em apart, baby.
All right, listen. I don't want to lose you either.
Can we definitely get back to that later?
Oh, God, I love you.
I love you, too.
( Crais grunting) Crais, what are you...
I can't get in!
Talyn will not comply with my orders!
And the drexim it's obviously driven him insane.
Blast your way in.
Yes. Give me your gun.
Perhaps not.
Do not question my decisions!
I am your captain!
And I order you!
I am your captain!
I order you!
All right, Phantom, new tune for the opera.
Stark ( muttering): Sierjna's gone. I've failed her.
Failed her. Failed Aeryn. Failed you, Crichton.
Yes, and you have failed gloriously, Stark.
And I want you to fail again.
I want you to give me control of the consoles.
I want you to give me some control.
She came to me for help. Not many do, but... I could have done more.
Stark, I am coming to you for help.
You are gonna give me control
or I am gonna rip off the other side of your damn face!
There's nothing you can do, Crichton.
We're going to be lured into that sun and we're all going to die inside there.
That's because the bastard is luring us in, Stark. okay?
He's got bait and we can cut bait.
We've got a mother of a cannon.
I want you to give me back control.
I was zeroing in on the damn power source when you turned out the lights.
You remember when we met?
You want to take a trip down memory lane?
Stark! My side, your side, my side, your side, my side, your side.
I tried to help you then, but I failed.
Scorpius put a chip in your brain. I failed.
Stark, blow the damn Aurora Chair.
Let's talk about the good times, huh?
Do you remember Zhaan, Stark?
Let's talk about Zhaan.
I tried to help her, but I couldn't.
Well she would piss on your grave right now.
You wanna know why?
My soulmate.
Because Aeryn is my Zhaan.
She's my Zhaan in every way.
I love her, and I would die for her. And you know what, Stark?
You're killing her.
What? Me?
You're killing her you freakazoid, psycho bastard.
You are killing my Zhaan!
Yeah. Aha.
Hi. - Hi.
I got some control back. Let me show ya.
I love it when you take control.
This is drexim talking.
No, it isn't.
I can manually prime the cannon.
I'd love to see that.
Talyn's cannon.
I'm stoked, not stupid. Do it.
We've only got one chance with it, John.
We're too close to the star. We've got one chance.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey. Check this out.
A throbbing pulse of energy coming straight into your living room. I got it.
Stark, are you still there?
You're just like Zhaan in so many ways.
If you say so.
I am going to manually prime the main cannon.
Crichton has located a target.
Please prepare Talyn to fire.
Would Zhaan approve of this use of violence?
She's speaking through me now. It is her wish.
No. You're risking everything. - You're back.
You're too close. Don't do this for me.
I'm not. Mu-Quillus has Talyn mesmerized.
Stop what you're doing.
Is there some kind of stupid alien quotation book you guys use?
A deal between us can be brokered.
Lava Boy, you are losing.
A compromise assures your survival.
Again with the quote book.
Hey, quote me on this.
We're gonna blow up your fuse box.
I'll release my grip on your vessel.
And in return?
Go away.
He's gonna give us our freedom in exchange for his.
Leave us to our own.
What about other Leviathans you'll encounter?
Why should that concern you?
That was the wrong answer.
Sorry.
Stark?
Talyn. It is time.
Power down your weapons.
I can offer you better terms.
Crichton: Damn, Smoky! You can't argue with a woman.
( Mu-Quillus screaming)
Sierjna!
Now...
Nah vahajma, nah vaheerma, beker del rais.
Crais: This apparatus was not designed for any species but a Pilot's.
What you did was beyond foolish, Stark.
Hold still.
You cut me.
You moved.
( grunts)
Talyn is now off-limits to you.
All functions, all programs, all controls.
I know.
You know nothing.
I know how he feels, what he thinks, about everything.
About you.
Talyn was not of his right mind.
Anything you think you experienced must take that into consideration.
I know.
Even if you slit my throat, I will still know.
Most of Talyn's internal systems are back on-line,
and his drexim levels have returned to normal.
( groaning) I wish my levels were returning to normal.
Next Commerce Planet you are restocking the galley. You ate everything.
I never, ever want to even look at food again.
( groaning)
Must go to chamber.
Need sleep.
Vomit.
Out of my way!
How's it going?
He's recovering well. He's a remarkable vessel.
Speaking of...
remarkable vessels.
How is the secondary control node?
I got a chain gang of DRDs working on it.
Everything will be up and running in a couple of days.
We were very lucky.
Well, I think that, uh...
Fates would have brought us together anyway.
You know, Crais is going to be cutting Stark free for about an arn.
Rygel's going to take at least that long. He's got three stomachs.